Having gone through a whirlwind articulation of what I’ve been up to the past few months, it seems odd that I’m still such an archetypal suburban kid. I wear mall-bought clothes, play sports on wide lawns, and drive my own car to school. The biggest irony seems to be that living in conformist suburbia all these years actually pushed me to ultimately go out and discover the world. But if I do say so myself, I always have been and always will be an adventurer in what I do, how I live, and how I come to see the world.
Suburbia was just a phase.
The closing of one of my college essays. Does it make sense or is my brain fried again?